The figure comes toward you, at which time one of your friends (not your best friend or boyfriend) runs out of the house screaming. The lights flicker, and the figure is gone, the screaming has stopped.

"No!!! Wait... Where did he go?" -Heads back downstairs for a weapon.-

"Son of a-" -Gathers your best friend and boyfriend together and goes down the stairs for weapons.-

-Faints.-

-Throws shotgun on the floor.- "USELESS PIECE OF JUNK!" -Starts stomping on it.-

"Thank God he left! We need to leave. Now." -Prepares to go outside, forgetting about a weapon.-

7

You head outside (armed with weapons or not) and stumble upon a bloody mass sitting on your front porch. It's your friend that ran away, you can tell by the bow in what used to be her hair. You feel someone watching you.

-Starts sobbing and holds back vomit.-

-Grimaces, hugging your best friend to comfort her. Your boyfriend hugs you, then you all run.-

-Vomits on the floor, falling to your knees with tears rolling down your face.-

-Clutches the beat up shotgun in your hands, walking past and resisting the urge to cry.-

-Sobs and gently pulls on the bow, getting blood on your hands in the process. You sob miserably.-

8

You hear the insane laughter again as you leave the porch. You have the option to go into the woods, stay on the road, go into the garage and get more weapons, or split up to hunt for the murderer. What do you do?

With your friend dead and your boyfriend wounded, you sob and collapse, not being able to run any farther. The Killer is ready to swing his knife into you, but then he disappears.

-You take up running again, leaving your boyfriend behind.--

-You pick yourself up and help your boyfriend limp to town.-

-You sit there in fear, eyes filling with tears and a scream tearing out of your mouth.-

-You clutch at your boyfriend as you try to stop the bleeding. When you manage to, you go to safety.

-You are screaming as your boyfriend convulses, then lays still. You never stopped the bleeding.-

12

Five years after the incident, you get a letter. It has no return address and you open it to find your old friends bloodied bow in it. You scream and drop the envelope, a note falling out of it. It reads: Until next time...

-Sobs.-

-Moves and grabs a pistol, ready to practice with it again.-

-Curls up in a small ball.-

-Grabs extra bullets and calls your boyfriend, making sure he is ok.-

-Tears fall down your face as you lock the doors and bar the windows.-